Last night I had a dream. The Cornish Giant and the mummy had come to life and were sitting around a large wooden crate in the store room of the Royal Cornwall Museum. The mummy was drinking a cup of tea and had a sheepish grin on his face. The Cornish giant was making a small faun appear and disappear on top of the crate, from behind a Cornish flag.
I made a drawing of what I had dreamt and mailed it to the museum. They got straight back to me and said that they loved the idea and could I start right away. The power of dreams.